I could not go on if something were to happen to him... What would I do without him?
TO THIS PLACE IN BETWEEN
Desolate, painful yearning for your lips
whispering love to mine.
Your absence demands
my heart to suffocate its existence
no want for earthly design.
Need, not for air to breathe
only to expire in your arms for eternity
to meet in the ether
altering forever possibilities and perceptions.
Our souls meld with love
without need for
understanding how or why.
Can respite be found against fury?
Will salacious hunger be left replete?
Come to me my love
to this place in-between